I can talk, I just choose not to

I can talk, I just choose not to

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I like words. I love them. I love hearing them and love reading them and I especially love learning them. I just dislike saying them out loud, because they don't come out the way as I intend them too. It's so bad that you might not be able to link me to my written words. I'm just better at writing the words down and making sense on a page than verbally. God forbid I partake in a debate; we're losing real quick, but give me a page; a book, even a wall, and I'll give you my organized thoughts. But I'm trying to fix this, I'm going to struggle to try to be famous if I can't open my mouth during interviews (This girl plans to be the next big thing). Watch me navigate through situations being the socially challenged being I am.
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You ever looked at someone and thought you were probably in a dream? That they couldn't possibly exist in your reality? Like if you open your eyes or speak too loud they will just disappear and become one of those dreams you try so hard to remember but you can't? That is how i feel when i look at her, Kris. She has become so much more than an interesting girl, so much more than a gorgeous body, so much more than a girl i would mess around with for a couple of days. She is no longer a want, she is a need. i need to know everything about her, everything that makes her smile and everything that makes her cry. i need her to love me as much as i love her. I see the hurt in her eyes every time i look in her eyes, she tortures herself, her words are heavy with regret and self-blame and i want to be the one to save her from all of it, from herself. I want to be the one. PLEASE READ THE FIRST FIVE CHAPTERS AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU CAN STOP. BUT I PROMISE YOU WILL LOVE IT!

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